a four-day weekend (yes, it was supposed to be a whole week off but I'm an adult who doesn't believe in the Holiday Fairy, at least not in August) and seven volumes of Papuwa Redivivus and eleven volumes of FMA/ Hagaren and...
the first Hagaren DVD, come across by accident at the rental place. See, I read Hagaren 1 a while ago and found rereading it an exercise in both squint and futility (I've read this and I know what happens only there's stuff I probably missed so I suppose I should read it again only it takes time mumble grumble.) But here's a fast refresher, with subtitles and nice colours and nice music. I can see why people'd fall for the series from the anime: I probably would too.
Umm- in spite of its fandom. Once upon a time I wondered how
Otherwise, however intriguing a series may be by itself, the gestalt suffers from the idiocies of its fans. Iya da by association, as it were. Clever Twit 1 and her clever friends yammer about This-one one incessantly. The fans of That-one send each other death threats over pairings. Every other entry at fanficrants is about The-other-one. Iya da iya da iya da. If that's what likes this, this can't be worth liking.
Some people never let the opinions or behaviour of others affect their own views. I admire that, I really do, but-- 'I could never learn the trick.' Some people have the ability to hold a child with a full diaper and not smell anything. (I work with them, she says morosely.) Works pretty much the same way, I'd say. I smell the shit and it ruins the atmosphere. Diapers at least one can change...
It so rarely works the other way round, that I call myself lucky to know one of those God-sent people whose tastes coincide almost exactly with my own and who reads more than I do (not that that's hard) and whose recommendations will always be an interesting if occasionally WTF read. (Rusted Metal Wasteland, say.) I was in a marvellous mood last weekend caused merely by the fact of having found a book that